Chapter 673 A New Year, A New Wild

• They had hoped to spend New Year's Eve doing something quiet, maybe even a little festive. Instead, they stumbled into a dry, endless stretch of desert.
• Not the golden kind you see on postcards—this one felt raw and unfinished. The ground cracked beneath their feet, more like a dried-out plateau than rolling dunes. Clumps of baked mud still clung to the earth, scattered between patches of brittle dust.
• As they moved deeper, signs of the past surfaced—broken skeletons of sea creatures, toppled buildings swallowed by sand, the remains of a city long gone.